Fic Exchange -- Written for airspaniel
Title: Red All Over
Rating: Claude/Bennet
Pairing: PG-13
Spoilers: "Company Man"
Prompts: 1) black and white
2) a dangerous ability
3) that's what friends are for
Summary: Work. Sex. Murder. Adultery. There's a first time for everything.
“I’ve never killed anyone before.”
“Not as easy as you thought it was going to be, mate?”
Noah Bennet ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes focused on the moon hanging high in the sky. The moon was full that night and was shining brightly on everything in sight, pale yellow light reflecting off the warm red metal of the car he and his partner Claude sat in. It had been a long evening, and Claude was fondly recalling the look in Noah’s eyes as he had pulled the trigger on his company issued gun, blowing out the brains of a dangerous fire-breathing fugitive and sending the woman to a watery grave in the Gulf of Mexico.
“No. It was simple. I just squeezed my finger, and the job was done. Efficient.”
“Aren’t guns nifty? You did good. Didn’t even need me there. I’m impressed.” Claude playfully slapped Bennet on the shoulder, as he surveyed the tiny interior of the car looking for his belt. Noah didn’t say anything else; he just kept his eyes focused outside the car, lost in whatever it was he was thinking about. This kind of behavior didn’t surprise Claude. Their missions together weren’t exactly filled with idle chatter, and after the strenuous night he wasn’t planning on mindless yammering and expressing feelings. Noah was really more of the silent type.
When they’d been given the orders to take out a seventeen-year-old girl by any means necessary, he’d merely nodded. When they found the target waiting for a cargo ship at some docks, Noah kept his mouth shut and whipped out his firearm. No heartfelt sentiments or witty quips escaped his lips as the girl stumbled backwards and crashed into the water, and he didn’t even utter any curses as his gun slipped from his fingers and sank into the dark depths with her. The car ride away from the docks was a silent affair, and even when Noah and Claude found themselves in the backseat, pants hastily yanked down and hands groping and sliding along eager and desperate flesh, Noah didn’t say a word.
“I don’t foresee having any problems on future assignments.” Noah’s voice was calm and steady, almost as if he were trying to convince himself more than Claude that he was speaking the truth.
“You sure about that? You seemed a little pent up to me.” Noah didn’t return the grin that Claude was giving him, and returned his attention to the moonlight night outside of the car. Claude decided then and there that his partner had no intentions of discussing the activities they had been previously engaged in, and that suited him fine. Workplace trysts were always so much simpler when things like “feelings” weren’t involved, and it was all just good old-fashioned fucking.
But Claude figured a little affection couldn’t hurt and leaned over to give his partner a reassuring kiss. He instantly regretted the movement when Noah leaned away from him. “What? Does your ‘morally grey’ outlook not extend to kissing?” He plucked a small object from the ashtray and forced it into Noah’s palm, wrapping his own hand around his partner’s. “You can take this off your finger, but you’re still married, mate.”
Noah quickly shoved his wedding ring back onto his finger and averted his gaze from Claude. “It was a stressful night. That’s all. Nothing else.”
Claude ran his eyes up and down over his partner, surveying the way that Noah moved and trying to decipher what must be going on in the mind of a man that could keep himself so closed off. “A job like this, there’s lots of stressful nights.”
By now Claude had learned that Noah could be quite expressive without speaking at all, and therefore wasn’t too surprised that his partner had evidently decided the conversation was over. Adjusting the glasses on his face, Noah located the keys and started up the car. Before shifting into drive, he muttered under his breath, “Thanks.”
Having finally located his belt, Claude wrapped it around his waist and gave Noah one final smile. “What are partners for?”
Rating: Claude/Bennet
Pairing: PG-13
Spoilers: "Company Man"
Prompts: 1) black and white
2) a dangerous ability
3) that's what friends are for
Summary: Work. Sex. Murder. Adultery. There's a first time for everything.
“I’ve never killed anyone before.”
“Not as easy as you thought it was going to be, mate?”
Noah Bennet ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes focused on the moon hanging high in the sky. The moon was full that night and was shining brightly on everything in sight, pale yellow light reflecting off the warm red metal of the car he and his partner Claude sat in. It had been a long evening, and Claude was fondly recalling the look in Noah’s eyes as he had pulled the trigger on his company issued gun, blowing out the brains of a dangerous fire-breathing fugitive and sending the woman to a watery grave in the Gulf of Mexico.
“No. It was simple. I just squeezed my finger, and the job was done. Efficient.”
“Aren’t guns nifty? You did good. Didn’t even need me there. I’m impressed.” Claude playfully slapped Bennet on the shoulder, as he surveyed the tiny interior of the car looking for his belt. Noah didn’t say anything else; he just kept his eyes focused outside the car, lost in whatever it was he was thinking about. This kind of behavior didn’t surprise Claude. Their missions together weren’t exactly filled with idle chatter, and after the strenuous night he wasn’t planning on mindless yammering and expressing feelings. Noah was really more of the silent type.
When they’d been given the orders to take out a seventeen-year-old girl by any means necessary, he’d merely nodded. When they found the target waiting for a cargo ship at some docks, Noah kept his mouth shut and whipped out his firearm. No heartfelt sentiments or witty quips escaped his lips as the girl stumbled backwards and crashed into the water, and he didn’t even utter any curses as his gun slipped from his fingers and sank into the dark depths with her. The car ride away from the docks was a silent affair, and even when Noah and Claude found themselves in the backseat, pants hastily yanked down and hands groping and sliding along eager and desperate flesh, Noah didn’t say a word.
“I don’t foresee having any problems on future assignments.” Noah’s voice was calm and steady, almost as if he were trying to convince himself more than Claude that he was speaking the truth.
“You sure about that? You seemed a little pent up to me.” Noah didn’t return the grin that Claude was giving him, and returned his attention to the moonlight night outside of the car. Claude decided then and there that his partner had no intentions of discussing the activities they had been previously engaged in, and that suited him fine. Workplace trysts were always so much simpler when things like “feelings” weren’t involved, and it was all just good old-fashioned fucking.
But Claude figured a little affection couldn’t hurt and leaned over to give his partner a reassuring kiss. He instantly regretted the movement when Noah leaned away from him. “What? Does your ‘morally grey’ outlook not extend to kissing?” He plucked a small object from the ashtray and forced it into Noah’s palm, wrapping his own hand around his partner’s. “You can take this off your finger, but you’re still married, mate.”
Noah quickly shoved his wedding ring back onto his finger and averted his gaze from Claude. “It was a stressful night. That’s all. Nothing else.”
Claude ran his eyes up and down over his partner, surveying the way that Noah moved and trying to decipher what must be going on in the mind of a man that could keep himself so closed off. “A job like this, there’s lots of stressful nights.”
By now Claude had learned that Noah could be quite expressive without speaking at all, and therefore wasn’t too surprised that his partner had evidently decided the conversation was over. Adjusting the glasses on his face, Noah located the keys and started up the car. Before shifting into drive, he muttered under his breath, “Thanks.”
Having finally located his belt, Claude wrapped it around his waist and gave Noah one final smile. “What are partners for?”